When we are done in this world
Where do you think we go?

Will we hang around talking with those who left before?
Do you think they are still waiting, maybe they're still here?

But maybe they are dead, like all of you believe
and when you're dead you're gone isn't that how the saying goes?

When i'm done i'm sure
The thing that makes me, me, the thing I call a soul
Will join the others
Where the done ones go